Quick vignette that wandered into my head uninvited. I hope it isn't entirely terrible. Do vote and comment.
Thanks to my beta reader KatieTay.
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It was still mostly dark outside. The promise of daybreak teased the sky and the canopy of night frayed around the edges with the merest glimpse of the new day.
The couple curled up in the sheets kissed hungrily as dawn broke. There was an urgency in how she mashed her lips to his and let their tongues play together.
"It's almost morning, Viv."
"We have enough time," she reassured him, and kissed a trail down his cheek and chin. His somewhat unshaven face excited her. She liked the sandpaper feel of his stubble against her lips.
"C'mon, Mark. Don't make me beg for it," she wheedled.
"All right," he laughed, "But you have me at a disadvantage here."
"And what disadvantage is that?" she asked, kissing down his chest and letting her chin rest on his sternum while she looked up at him.
"I can't resist you. I never could."
Viv smiled and resumed planting kisses along Mark's chest. Her luscious lips continued pressing themselves on his pecs. She let the tip of her tongue drag across him in a long, unbroken lick before kissing her way back across the trail.
A low groan from Mark made her smile. Her kisses became more frequent and insistent, pulling at his skin. Finally, her mouth was inches away from his erection. She looked past the fleshy member to see his gaze firmly locked on hers.
"May I?" she asked wickedly. Mark could not nod fast enough before her lips engulfed his hardness. Her tongue played havoc on his shaft, sliding all the way from the balls to the tip in a slow, tortuous motion. She let the end of her tongue trace out a prominent vein before switching to grazing the flat of her tongue along the sensitive underside.
Mark threw his head back in delirious pleasure before his shaft found its way inside her mouth again. This time she pushed it in deeper into her mouth until her lips was at the base. She moved back and forth, bobbing on the cock and let the rough layer of tastebuds tease the most sensitive part of his cock.
He throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. She quickly pressed forward, taking all of him in and let every rope of cum he spewed flow down her throat. Her mouth remained fastened to his cock while he jerked and shook and emptied his entire load inside her.
Viv made her way up until she was snuggled beside him. Her dark hair cascaded around her face and down to her shoulders. Even when she had just woken up, she could look exquisite.
She looked at his face, painted by the hint of dawn creeping in through the window. The dark circles under his eyes and the sunken cheeks stared back at her. It took some effort to see the man who laughed at her sister's wedding all those years ago.
"What's wrong, Mark?"
His downcast expression did not change and he spoke in almost a whisper.
"You know what's wrong, Viv."
"I'll take your mind off that," she promised, and kissed him. Her hand snaked its way under the covers and grasped his flaccid member. She stroked him to semi-hardness while kissing his cheek and neck.
"Forget everything else. Just look at me."
Her hand guided his now-hard cock inside her. She had grown to love the fit. It filled her like a glove. Her hand firmly held his chin and kept it facing her intent gaze. It hurt her seeing the bright blue eyes looking unfocused at her.
"Look at me, Mark. I said look at me."
He sullenly refused even as she began rocking her hips to his.
"This may be the last time we're together in a long time. Do you want to remember it like this?"
She waited patiently as he slowly turned his gaze to hers.
"No."
Viv broke into a slight smile and kissed him tenderly. One hand wrapped around his neck and drew him into the kiss while her hips plunging rhythmically against his cock. Her velvety insides ensconced him firmly.
There was no rush or needless haste. She knew about his body - what he craved, where to touch him and she wanted to do everything she could to make him remember this morning. She was going to take it slow and make it perfect for Mark, like he yearned to make it perfect for her.
She felt his hands exploring her body was well. From the swell of her breasts to finally settling on the hardening nipples. He tweaked one between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a surprised cry from her.
"Fuck me," came her breathless gasp. Mark rolled her over onto her back and began slamming his hips into her. She arched upwards to meet each downward thrust and gasped with pleasure when he pounded her lithe frame like a piston. Eddies of pleasure bloomed outwards from her sopping, engorged pussy and washed over her.
"Slower."
"Faster."
"Harder."
"Yes. Right there."
She felt Mark ram himself into her with increasing power and frequency until her words were reduced to an incoherent babble of syllables. Her arms wrapped around his body and her nails dug into his back. She closed her eyes, just as the orgasmic bliss washed over her in a torrent, and the starburst behind her eyelids was an riot of colour.
The explosion of feeling started at the pit of her stomach and burst outwards until it reached her extremities, leaving her temporarily unsteady. The room floated in her vision. He collapsed on her, having emptied his second load for the morning deep inside her pussy.
They lay in a sweaty tangle of limbs and flesh, breathing as one. Viv could not quite tell where she ended and he began. By now, a clear beam of light shone on the bed and made their sweaty bodies glisten.
"Let's stay like this, just a little longer."
She snuggled up to him tightly.
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A few minutes later, the two of them were in the kitchen. Mark busied himself getting some eggs and ham on toast and Viv went to the coffee-maker.
A deathly silence reigned in the kitchen. The only sounds were of the frying pan hissing and the coffee-maker belching out a warm brown liquid. He kept focussed on his task and laid out the eggs and ham on a plate before moving to the toaster.
"I've scheduled an Uber to pick me up soon. If you're going to say something, you might as well say it now."
Mark sighed heavily as he turned to face her and put the plates on the table.
"There's no point in me even trying to change your mind, is there?"
Viv took a sip of her coffee. She leaned against the countertop and shook the remnants of sleep off her face.
"We've been over this, Mark."
He looked at her as she tucked a stray curl of brown hair behind her ear. A beam of sunlight crept in through the window and painted half her face brighter than the other. Even though he had seen that face for over a decade, he was rendered speechless for a moment. The brown hair and hazel irises, the perfectly shaped features that had defied her years. Her effortless grace and elegance put women half her age to shame.
"Cat got your tongue?" she smirked.
"It's just..." his voice trailed off. It was the sheer finality of the moment. He didn't know what to say. All at once, it was two years ago and he was holding his wife's hand and she was reassuring him it was going to be okay.
